ㅁ The fat white flakes splattered on the windshield. The wipers yield and then yawn: work's withdrawn.
Category: Englyn
Caveat: Poem #1312 “A pastel composition in the now”
ㅁ Overnight some wet snow fell, once again making a zen-like pastel, very well.
Caveat: Poem #1311 “Time’s bent brow”
ㅁ It's staying light later, now, by the clocks. The equinox, anyhow... time's bent brow.
Caveat: Poem #1302 “The water pump”
ㅁ The pump: we could not repair. Another pump for water put in there... hard affair.
Caveat: Poem #1301 “Rainforest celebration”
ㅁ There is water everywhere, abundant and redundant, in the air... don't despair.
Caveat: Poem #1300 “Broken”
ㅁ The old device seemed broken, disarrayed. I was dismayed. Unspoken doubts appeared. No plans were made.
Caveat: Poem #1299 “On the subject of pain”
ㅁ If hell is eternity, I would think my pains would shrink to bitty ants lost in a vast city.
Caveat: Poem #1295 “An unsolvable mystery”
I found I was unable to decide how the ducks glide, and wobble, through water, inaudible.
Caveat: Poem #1294 “A stormy evening”
The eager rain gouges limbs just outside; the wind, astride trees, it skims. The light dims.
Caveat: Poem #1290 “Seek silence”
You tire quickly of such talk - you get doubts. You're on the outs, tend to balk. Take a walk.
Caveat: Poem #1252 “Snow, definition of”
Snow is rain, fighting the pull of the world, just fragments hurled, as if wool were being shed by the cloudfull.
Caveat: Poem #1251 “AI Risk”
The mad paper clip maker conquered all, starting out small, "clip-baker," then spouting clips, acre by acre.
Caveat: Poem #1250 “Seasonal shift”
A year passes. The weather is transformed. Rainy seas stormed together with slow snowflakes like feathers.
Caveat: Poem #1249 “And this is all a dream”
The apocalypse happened, already. Life, unsteady, did then bend: an inhuman, violent end.
Caveat: Poem #1248 “Consider it conveyed”
There exists a certain man. He's alone. He's got his phone. So he can convey his lack of a plan.
Caveat: Poem #1247 “The cause”
The problems are cultural. What we know... our mind's cargo, the social... epistemological.
Caveat: Poem #1246 “Living”
Really I'm just the pale frame of my bones, animate stones, barely tame, tumbling through life, all aflame.
Caveat: Poem #1245 “The substantial night”
the night becomes a substance among trees with the rain, no resistance can face such fierce persistence
Caveat: Poem #1244 “A vague hypothetical”
So I sat and had coffee this morning, just wondering if I'd see fallen snow on this day's tree.
Caveat: Poem #1243 “The precipitate apotheosis”
Rain and wind (and wind and rain) celebrate and make a great sound, and feign a knowing spirit's made plain.
Caveat: Poem #1242 “Holiday cheer by the hour”
Christmas was always a hard time for me. Memories scarred: nothing's free, Except sitting by the sea.
Caveat: Poem #1241 “One syllable, or two?”
I tried using the word "poem" in a poem (my words bestow, embrace, roam) but failed, that word found no home.
Caveat: Poem #1240 “Try to think tao”
I sat down to listen, now, to the rain: its hard campaign to allow my stupid brain to think tao.
Caveat: Poem #1239 “Uncooperative combustion”
Some days I decide a fire should be made. The sticks arrayed, stacked, admired... But the flame frays, the wood's tired.
Caveat: Poem #1222 “Sacred unbeing”
Wholeness has no existence - the fragments Spin and foment their silence And roar hymns of transience
Caveat: Poem #1207 “While the engine thrums”
I sit here somewhat thoughtful, on the ferry, waiting, wary, or hopeful, or just staring, feeling dull.
Caveat: Poem #1206 “The antitheses”
With all these coughs and sneezes, I get tired and uninspired... diseases like this, health's antitheses.
Caveat: Poem #1175 “The goddess”
The sea foam wasn't involved, nor the stone, rather alone, she evolved, emergent, blessèd, absolved.
Caveat: Poem #1174 “Mitra’s daughter”
Mitra the covenanter, his heart full, chased the white bull to slaughter... and what about his daughter?
Caveat: Poem #1173 “No data”
The data refused to show the meanings instead leaning down below truth's cool superficial flow
Caveat: Poem #1172 “The mirror”
The self-reflective essay: a mirror showing clearer how I say I am than I am today.
Caveat: Poem #1171 “The disavowal”
Some trees have fewer leaves, now, than others. They would rather wonder how... or this winter disavow.
Caveat: Poem #1170 “Anticipatory regret”
I go outside before dawn, taste the wind, feeling chagrined by shapes drawn vaguely, thoughts un-acted on.